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The Outer Walls of Purplexia (see first sect of above post)

The three assassins quickly surrounded Phoenix, each wielding a karask, a long thin sword with a curved tip. It was a good weapon for most warriors who preferred quick, fast strikes. The flat blade could cut through most armor - armor which, the assassins may have noted, Phoenix didn't wear.
They warily watched him, gripping karasks with white knuckles. They stood in Arrowstance; legs apart, one further up than the other, weapons held at the left hip, blade pointing out like a needle. The style favored quick stabs, keeping the enemy at a distance.
As if that sort of thing would keep Phoenix at bay.
Phoenix charged towards the assassin in front of him. The man pulled his blade back a bit, ready to pierce if he got near. Meanwhile, the assassin's allies rounded back for a counterstrike against Phoenix's seemingly-exposed back in what would likely be a neatly perfected Triangle Strike. Most impressive. It was truly a shame there weren't as many men with such fighting capacity in the Purplexian Army.
As the assassins struck, Phoenix suddenly stopped and flipped over the heads of the three, while also whipping out a weighted net and tossing it down. The net caught the assassin's karasks in a triangle within the net. They cursed as they tried to pull them free.
Phoenix landed neatly behind them, taking out his twin wakanas, which were like shorter versions of karasks with slightly wider blades, good for parrying. He charged into the distracted assassins, quickly slicing their necklines with deft strokes. Their bodies fell over the net, spraying blood from their broken spines.
The last one finally managed to get his blade free. He turned towards Phoenix just as he struck, managing to parry his twin strike with his own blade.
Impressive, Phoenix thought. He attempted to knee the assassin in his extremities, to try to distract him. The assassin, however, only grunted a bit. Phoenix's balls came into contact with an apparently flat surface.
Phoenix's confusion caused him to stall for a bit, and the assassin seized the advantage. He - or she? - shoved Phoenix back by pushing his/her karask against his own blades, causing an unprepared Phoenix to topple. The assassin leapt onto him, pinning his legs and arms with their own appendages.
The assassin had her blade pressed against Phoenix's neck. His mind was reeling. How had this person managed to single-handedly defeat Purplexia's best assassin? It confused him. This was obviously no ordinary footpad or warrior.
He could feel the assassin's breath on his face. He or she was obviously drained by what he/she had done. "This is where it ends," the assassin said in a decidedly effeminate voice. "After I kill you, then Purplexia will be without most of it's power. Soon, Queen Rosa Dream will control this world, and me alongside her."
The blade pushed closer, slightly cutting the flesh of Phoenix's neck. He was frightened. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I am your de-"
There was a sudden thwack, and the assassin crumpled over. Over her stood a proud-looking guard in plate mail, holding a spear. He'd apparently used the butt of it to knock her out. Behind the man stood more armored guards. Reinforcements.
The guard spun the spear around and prepared to finish the job. "Wait!" cried Phoenix. The guard halted, looking at him. "Don't kill her. We need to keep her alive so we can interrogate her on a later date."
The man scowled, obviously upset, but he stood down. Two more guards came and picked up the unconscious body of the assassin, and carried her off, Phoenix following behind, his face a mask of serenity but secretly feeling both scared, humiliated and awed at the same time.